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Post by Clash on Apr 12, 2006 0:37:01 GMT -5
Here's something I just wrote
Reminisce
I can hear the birds singing As they pass by like autumn's breeze And I can't help but to be taken away Back to the day when the rain fell so hard And broken hearts were mended Though only for a day And the love we all shared Could break through anything And as I think of how long ago that was It's only a step away We're only a step away From how things used to be From how things really should be We're only a step away Yet it feels like a mile.
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Post by oldfriend on Apr 12, 2006 9:44:51 GMT -5
clashofelements, you've done it again
great feeling of longing in this poem, longing for what could be...I can feel the sorrow when I read it...emotional work. It's awesome! ;D
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Post by Clash on Apr 12, 2006 15:17:33 GMT -5
Thanks.
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Post by Storm-EXed on Apr 12, 2006 18:51:05 GMT -5
Okay Clash the right word for that poem is....hmmm....this is a tough one, hope. Yeah defenetly hope, from my perspective the narrator knew he could achieve something, he knew it would'nt be easy but he knew the possibility was there. So yeah, hope? It's really good by the way.
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Post by oldfriend on Apr 12, 2006 22:04:07 GMT -5
Another older one...I should start writing new stuff again...
LIVE WITHOUT
I breathed her in and then i exhaled but the sky was persitant and gradually paled bringing the dark and the rains and the bundles of pains
and the breathing stopped
and the mallet came down the storm was inbound the song become a sting the sound of your crying
and the breath was not
the truth was a liar and consumed in fire the stars decided to fall but then i heard you call... ...and i could breathe again
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Post by Jubilee on Apr 13, 2006 21:52:52 GMT -5
Here's a new one by me that's about the lighter side of life.
Live Life, My Little Chickadee I see you standing in the back row You've got your gaze down Don't want to offend anyone or anything Trying to fade into the back row
Talking to you is like talking to a brick wall Come to mention it, that would be a more interesting conversation You're so wound up So uptight That you can't let go Missing what life's all about
Sometimes you've got to forget there's others there You've got to let loose and be who you are Got to dance in your underwear Run around bearfoot in the rain Just scream for everything The good and the bad
Got to loosen up little chickadee If you wind to tight you'll explode Just release some of that pressure Break free and live once in a while
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Post by oldfriend on Apr 13, 2006 21:56:42 GMT -5
Here's a new one by me that's about the lighter side of life. Live Life, My Little ChickadeeI see you standing in the back row You've got your gaze down Don't want to offend anyone or anything Trying to fade into the back row Talking to you is like talking to a brick wall Come to mention it, that would be a more interesting conversation You're so wound up So uptight That you can't let go Missing what life's all about Sometimes you've got to forget there's others there You've got to let loose and be who you are Got to dance in your underwear Run around bearfoot in the rain Just scream for everything The good and the bad Got to loosen up little chickadee If you wind to tight you'll explode Just release some of that pressure Break free and live once in a while The "Chickadee" you describe sounds kinda like me back in my early years in high school. I love the poem, it speaks to me...I missed out on a lot because I was so shy and always tried to do what was "cool." I'm glad I've changed in that respect. Thank you so much for making this poem...it's amazing how many people can relate to something you write, whether you expect it or not.
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Post by Jubilee on Apr 13, 2006 21:58:43 GMT -5
Cool. I'm the "Chickadee" sometimes, but I'm also glad I've found friends that act like and encourage me to act like the writer. Very cool that you could relate. Brings a smile to my face. ;D
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Post by Storm-EXed on Apr 13, 2006 22:05:24 GMT -5
Okay Oldfriend that poem was soo awesome, I loved it so much!!!! The word for that one is passion. Thats the first thing that came ot my mind, because the perosn speaking in the poem seemed like he would'nt be able to breathe or live without that other person. I loved it.
Jubilee, awwww.....thats sooo sad. I know soo many people like that and Im usually the only person that approaches them and talks to them I loved it. The word for that one is defenetly "sorrow" theres soo much sadness and sorrow in that poem. I really liked it.
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Post by oldfriend on Apr 13, 2006 22:07:37 GMT -5
Thank you Storm X, do you have any new poems in the works for us?
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Post by Storm-EXed on Apr 13, 2006 22:47:31 GMT -5
Yeah...Im all moody tonight again, I had some dreams of someone I love or loved not sure.
Convincing Myself
Your smile caused delight, Your green eyes drove me crazy. The touch of your skin at night, The more It became hazy.
Yet here I am, waiting and waiting. Sometimes even searching, thinking all hope is lost, knowing my heart wont defrost.
The hope with you is no more. Only destiny will decide my future, And the choice of door, The door that will bring me love.
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Post by oldfriend on Apr 13, 2006 22:57:43 GMT -5
Yeah...Im all moody tonight again, I had some dreams of someone I love or loved not sure. Convincing MyselfYour smile caused delight, Your green eyes drove me crazy. The touch of your skin at night, The more It became hazy. Yet here I am, waiting and waiting. Sometimes even searching, thinking all hope is lost, knowing my heart wont defrost. The hope with you is no more. Only destiny will decide my future, And the choice of door, The door that will bring me love. wow...i feel divided between two different feelings. One hand, there's still some longing for what once was...but then again a bit of acceptance also that it is the end of something special, and the prospect of something new....I love it, good work!
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Post by Clash on Apr 14, 2006 2:58:50 GMT -5
So yeah.... I didn't put as much thought into this as I did emotion. Guess that's a good thing sometimes, eh?
Rebirth
I can't just sit here And watch everything around me crumble I can't bare to see it all Falling away, into darkness
I don't understand why you expect me to hide it Keep it bottled up inside A person can only take so much Before something snaps inside
As I sit here and think to myself How am I supposed to carry on? I remember that I am not alone The hearts of others will support me
I appreciate the things you do Try to look past the failures But this time you've gone to far I'm 15 and already a prisoner
I slip into a coma To hide the way I feel Sleep away my troubles While my mind tries to heal
When I awake, I am renewed But how long must I endure? The time I've lost, the things I've missed Can never be replaced
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Post by oldfriend on Apr 20, 2006 19:27:56 GMT -5
I know I shouldn't be here right now...but I had to post this....if anyone has felt as I feel...you'll understand...
19
Your star has faded into the heavens into the dark...into oblivion where a voice begs to cry out but is doused in silence and we all, with open arms and open ears, would take you hold you...hear you....love you... yet in your life's destruction not a soul could forsee lacking the prophet's sight but still my failure sits on my own chest as my own flesh and blood is suffocated by the pain what more could I have done? why did your heart decieve you to not call for another, another heart to care but yet to grab the noose and set loose that which is consumed within you? 19 is not enough to suffice, for your star would burn for many more if not for the supernova my eyes have witnessed yours closed asleep in the box of eternity your heart stops beating....but what about ours? what about mine!...for yours stops and ours break, and the light that once shone upon us has faded into darkness. 19 is not enough...19 is not enough... what creature haunted your mind? what disease plagued your heart? what fire burned inside...to make you...take you... ...from us?
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Post by cat on Apr 20, 2006 20:02:47 GMT -5
oldfriend, that poem made my eyes watery. I love this thread, I just read through the entire thing. The poems are so full of emotion. I feel half-conscious now. Reading good poetry always makes me feel like that. Surreal. It brings up a pure love of ... of... of I don't even know what. All of a sudden, my problems mean nothing! There is something other than petty human arguments. There is so much talent in this thread.
I love reading poetry, but I am really no good at it. I must have written a maximum of four poems in my short lifetime. Two of them I wrote when I was around eleven. One a couple of years ago and the most recent a few months ago. I wish I had the talent, but since I don't, I am happy reading other people's works. My favorite poet and author is Edgar Allan Poe. He is a genius.
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Post by oldfriend on Apr 20, 2006 20:58:42 GMT -5
I know Cat, the posters on this thread have really amazed me with the raw emotion that they've placed on our screens...gets me every time... and that last poem I posted...I don't even want to read it ever again, i was angry at someone else for making a choice...maybe i have the right to be mad. who knows, but either way, if you have any poems, please share, I bet you're better at it than you make yourself out to be.
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Post by cat on Apr 21, 2006 4:54:33 GMT -5
It is wonderful, oldfriend. Full of emotion, though it was very sad.
No, I was being truthful about my poems. I have no idea of how to write poetry. I just know that the end words usually rhyme. Unless it's free verse or something. But just because it's three AM and most of my reason has deserted me (heck, even my father didn't like it and my parents always exaggerate everything I do).
If the Dead Could Weep
If the dead could weep, they would. They would weep for us the living. Weep alike for the evil and the good, For both the miserly and the giving.
Because both witch and saint are cursed, To live and suffer until the end, On this wicked, unholy Earth, Whose cruel reign will not bend.
The dead have come and fought, Through the tempest of this life, But their death to them has brought, An eternal rest from their strife.
Death is not the one to be feared, Because relief She brings from life, Who pushes us until our soul is seared, And plunges deep within our hearts a knife.
While the dead in their joyous kingdom sing, The living battle against our own pyre, Unknowing that the beauty of death will bring, The peace and rest our hearts so desire.
If they could, the dead would weep, For the pains and sorrows of the living, For the blindness and the urge to keep Awake when true comfort will come in sleep.
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Post by oldfriend on Apr 21, 2006 5:30:10 GMT -5
and you said you can't do it! i don't have any idea how to do it either...I rarely ever follow a meter, most of my poems are free verse...to me, poetry is not about "folowing the rules," it's about riding your emotions and letting it out on a page. It's strange, when I read your poem, I get a sense of light through the darkness....good work!
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Post by xkidd on Apr 22, 2006 0:50:01 GMT -5
I don't go by anything with my poems and they normally are lyric poems but I have only had two published in books. Well one hasn't been yet but I got the letter yesterday saying that it will be. The first one published is called "Ugly Life" and I don't have it but you can read it at poetry.com and it's called Ugly Life and it's by me Matt Long. Then there's this one I got a letter saying it's going to be in a poetry book. So here it is. It's long.
What do you do?
What do you do When you forget how to cry And you hold your pain in Where you just want to die
Please tell me what do you When you've held on so long And you try to let go By writing this song But it isn't a song It's a story of you And it isn't helping So what do you do
Yes what do you do When they're walking your way And you just want to hide Or vanish someway And they're there like an Angel With their beautiful glow Stuck in your mind So it's hard to let go
Oh what do you do When you need to let go But those Angel-like eyes Make it harder to do so
Now what do you do When you can't see the sun And letting go's not a need It's what has to be done Then that pain you've held in Transforms into hate And that anger and care Make you just want to wait
Then there in the store Hate is your plan You know she'll be there And you know that you can Because she's played with your mind And there you just wait Then she's not there And you forget all your hate
So when you feel pain Because they aren't there You don't know what to do Because you only feel care
You don't know what to do And nither do I Because I have all this pain But I can't even cry
If I can just let it out This I do know Just realize my fate Then I can let go
But I don't want to let go
So what do I do?
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Post by oldfriend on Apr 22, 2006 15:28:24 GMT -5
xkidd...lots of emotions being juggled in there...sorrow, longing, second thoughts, regret...your poem took me in and i felt more vulnerable after reading it...you are a true poet so keep it up.
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